If it was just a request from an elder, then the most he could do was to take care of Ryan and ensure his safety in Wild Wolf City.
However, when the meeting at the Brilliance Shrine ended, Fire Priest Hisith, one of the seven high priests of the Brilliance Shrine, personally met him and told him clearly that Ryan must not be harmed. The leader of the third team of the Jury had already gone over as a secret protector. However, Sith hoped that Pagoda would ensure Ryan's safety no matter what. If necessary, he could even mobilize all the power of the Brilliance Shrine in Wild Wolf City to ensure Ryan's safety.
If Clayon was just a disciple, then Tajik wouldn't have cared too much. But here came the problem. If even one of the seven priests of the Temple of Light had personally instructed him, then the meaning was completely different.
Who were the Seven High Priests? They were the full representatives of the God of Light in this world. Their words even symbolized a direction for development.
Now, the priests had given him a token that could use all the light power in Wild Wolf City. The change in nature meant that Clayon's importance had exceeded that of ordinary people. He was the person Shaka the Adjudicator was responsible for protecting, the person protected by a level-12 paladin. Sith had vaguely told him that Shaka was willing to sacrifice his life if necessary, as long as Clayon was safe.
If a person could be protected at the expense of the most senior LV 12 fighter, it meant that the existence of that person had already surpassed the importance of LV 12 fighters.
As soon as the meeting ended, he rode on the Wind Eagle and used two Phoenix Soaring Spells to travel back to Wild Wolf City day and night. When he learned that Clayon had come to look for him twice, he immediately sent someone to find Clayon.
After waiting anxiously for a whole night, Clayon finally arrived.
The place they met was a study. It was a bit messy here, and there were magic symbols everywhere. The main task of the research institute was to restore some lost magic spells. Those spells that had been lost since the era of the gods were level-12 magic spells that were almost as powerful as forbidden spells.
Melissa looked at the dean's study curiously.
However, there was only Ryan in his eyes. He was trying to figure out what kind of ability this person who was being taken care of so seriously had. If he had to say, Ryan's level was a little low. When Jickam was fifteen, he was already a grade-8 mage, but Ryan was only a grade-4 mage.
Tajik did not understand why Jickam and the Sith priest would value such a mediocre mage so much.
Since that was the case, there was no reason for him to not take it seriously.
Clayon didn't have time to speak.
Tajik stood up first and grabbed Clayon's hands with both hands."So you're Clayon. Haha, I've read your letter. I didn't expect you to come so quickly.”
Melissa stared blankly at the humble actions of the highest person in charge of the Wild Wolf City's Guild of Magic. She could not figure out what the problem was.
Clayon was stunned. He hadn't even said the words he had thought of before, but he was at a loss.
"Haha, you are indeed young and promising. No wonder Grandpa Jickam praised you so much. En, come here to study. No problem. Our research institute is not big, but there are many people here. Here, this is the entrance sign of the research institute. With this sign, you can enter any high-end place in the research institute.”
Clayon watched in a daze as Tajik stuffed a symbol into his hand. Then, he heard a lot of words in a daze, but he couldn't remember a single word.
The three of them walked out of the study in a daze and arrived at the research center.
The research center was a large hall. There were more than ten tables here, and each table was filled with books. More than twenty people were gathered together to discuss, and from time to time, someone would take notes.
" This is the research center," Tajik explained." Our researchers sacrificed their dreams of becoming mages and restored the magic spells of the Age of Gods day and night.”
Clayon nodded, expressing his understanding. His teacher had introduced the ancient era of the gods. It was an era where the gods were all over the continent. Their magic spells were extremely powerful. Those level-12 and even level-11 spells were as powerful as forbidden spells, but those spells had disappeared, just like the legends of the gods.
Be it the Brilliance Shrine or the Darkness Shrine, they had been trying their best to reconstruct those powerful magic spells for thousands of years. Unfortunately, they had only managed to restore a few spells.
Clayon had received two incantations from his teacher. His teacher had told him that he was not allowed to use them unless it was a critical moment. The defensive incantation could still be controlled, while the offensive incantation was to summon an underworld creature. As for what it summoned, no one knew because no one had ever successfully summoned it.
The Spell Casters had become sacrifices, but they had never seen a skeleton. Even level-12 death mages did not dare to use it easily.
"Director, is this the new researcher?”When a researcher saw Ta Ji Ke leading his men in, he couldn't help but raise his head and ask,""Young people nowadays are getting more and more powerful. They can actually enter the research institute at the age of sixteen or seventeen.”
Tajik coughed and said," This is not a researcher, but he is more powerful than a researcher. This is the disciple of Grand Magus Saint Jickam, Mage Ryan. In the future, he will be studying here for a period of time. So when you have nothing to do, you can't bully him just because he is young, understand?”
As soon as he finished speaking, the entire research center immediately exploded. Gickam was not only a Grand Magus Saint, but also a top-notch Master of Spellcasting. Who didn't worship Gickam?
Since Clayon was Gickam's disciple, he instantly became the focus of everyone's discussion. Most of these people were unconvinced. Many people had gone to the Magus Tower in hopes of becoming Gickam's disciple, but they had returned empty-handed.
Clayon was only seventeen years old, but he could become the disciple of Gickam, so the people below him had the intention to compete.
A middle-aged researcher walked out first and said,""I'm Caslort. I hope to ask you a few questions.”
As soon as Caslort walked out, the entire research center fell silent. They knew that this was a challenge.
Clayon wasn't stupid. He could tell that Caslort's tone wasn't friendly. He smiled and said,""Sir, please ask. As long as I can answer, I will definitely answer.”
"How do you understand magic?”
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